Waiting For The Train : A Poem For You

She is waiting for the train,steady, conscious, a bit shy, but not so embarrassed; and I have seen a fairy, a marmaid, looking so bright even at its dark complexion, not so surprised as she was aware of my presence, just right round her head, and I overwhelmed with an uncanny joy on her recognitions.

Waiting For The Train

I was standing on the road waiting for the train and it was raining and I was waiting for the train
waiting that she come and expectations were so high that I couldn't resist myself to wait for the train in which she use to come. But when the train arrived and the last passenger left the station and the train was departed for the next station, my heart was broken with utter despair to discover that she did not come...